Showing posts with label RMFFs™. Show all posts
Showing posts with label RMFFs™. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

When an ex husband is like herpes

John will not go away. Sunday afternoon I am in bed with a pounding headache. My cell rings and it is an 877 number. I answer. It is a bill collector calling to tell me that the account for the jet skis I co-signed with John is 2 months past due. Almost $1000 is owed. I have been monitoring my credit report a couple of times a year after my divorce.  The only thing we had in both names was our mortgage. We always kept our other things separate. He wanted to get new jet skis. When it came to credit time he needed me to co-sign (note to self: Do not cosign anything when the other person already has credit issues. HELLO. RMFF™!)

I calmly tell the bill collector that we have been divorced for 3 years. I let her know that in our divorce partition it states that he was required to refinance the jet skis within 6 months of our divorce and he has never done it. (Recall Phil the attorney. When I asked him about fighting the fact that he hadn't refinanced he said, "Baby, you need to pick your battles. You need to get this bum out of your life.") She sympathized as I told her I realized my name is on the account. She told me the bills were getting returned and the phone numbers on file were disconnected. I whipped out my trusty ipad and googled Pao's home address and phone number. I also found the phone number for the hospital where John works. I was able to rattle off his cell phone number from memory. I gave the bill collector all this info. She was really nice and said she would start with that info and call me back if she didn't get anywhere. We hang up and then...

THE PUNISHER™

I call his cell--the outgoing message is automated and I leave a calm but firm, "this is unacceptable" voicemail. I then call the hospital and ask for his extension. I leave the same message. I was on a roll. I call his best friend Dean's house. I had to look the number up on the glorious Internet. His wife answers the phone and tells me how she and the other wives think of me all the time (interesting, why didn't you ever call to check on me?). She tells me Dean is not home. I said I apologized for involving them, but John was very late on this bill and it was going to impact my credit. I hang up with her. Twenty minutes later, Dean calls me and tells me that John had called the creditor and paid the bill over the phone. Dean and I used to be very good friends. He asked how I was doing. I said "great and thanks" and hung up. (EW, he had his friend call me?)  I shouldn't have done it, but in my Punisher Induced Rage I emailed Annie. She replied and told me how she and John were in a fight because John wanted to claim the boys for his taxes when they lived with her all year and she and her husband were now paying for their housing at college. She also told me that John had given Pao a ring. It was weird. I don't have feelings for him, but I still felt queasy when I read it. Sulie told me she felt the same way.

Today I woke up to receive this email. Actually these 3 sentences were in the subject line with nothing in the email:

Subject: Re: Was already taken care of. Sorry for the inconvenience. Have always had this as priority.

What a dildo.

 I knew I should have just ignored it but I couldn't! It ate at me! So I replied:

Thank you.

Yes, I have seen that you have always paid it on time. I have been monitoring it and it is always paid as agreed  It was alarming to get that call out of the blue telling me I was responsible and that there was no valid contact information for you.

I heard you are getting married. I hope this one works. 


I know Oprah, Dr. Phil and anyone else that tells people what to do would have chastised me for what I wrote. I felt like I needed to let him know that I knew he was planning to get married again. In my heart I know the same thing will happen with him and Dao. Way back when, I told her to save my number for when she finds out he is cheating on her. It is her journey.


Love this quote. Not sure who came up with it. It has been Oprahinized.

Forgiveness is giving up the hope that the past could have been any different.


 

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Out With The Old

It's that time... New Year's Resolutions. I'm not going to get all crazy. Just a few simple, attainable goals. 

Out with:

  • AssClowns
  • ManGroomers™
  • RMFFs™
  • Drinking Coke (I mean it this time)
  • Eating out all the time

In With:
  • Loving what I do for work
  • Buying food and cooking it
  • Walking Daisy TWICE a day
  • A New Hair Dresser
  • Trusting my Gut
Let's take about coke. Coca-Cola®. The Real Thing. On Christmas day I went with my sister to visit my niece and nephews.  We got a room at the Sheraton Four Points (I was able to bring Daisy--yes, I AM that person). My sister brought along a 12 pack of coke. She filled the ice bucket and put the 12 pack of coke on the top shelf in the armoire. My niece came over after the boys went to sleep. We were enjoying some vino. I needed to take Daisy out. I opened the armoire to grab a bag. I was assaulted  by coke cans. First, one to the right temple, then the left cheek. At first I thought I was being shot. I dropped to the floor. I kept getting hit. One to the shoulder. Cans bounced on the tile floor as coke exploded everywhere. I saw black. My niece Jackie said I muttered, "What is happening to me?" and then I realized my sister had pulled the flap off the front of the 12 pack. I then said, "Don't ever do this again." I ran towards the other side of the room as Jackie was bent over almost peeing herself as she laughed. My sister was horrified. It was so funny that I couldn't yell at her. We assessed the damage. Coke was all over the closest bed in weird bubbles. The mirror was covered as was the tile in the entryway. We grabbed towels and started cleaning. My sister and niece told me to take Daisy out while they cleaned. When I got back my niece took me over to the bed and instructed me to watch. She said in a weird Russian accent, "Co-Cola, no Co-Cola" as she wiped the beaded up bubbles of Coke. That duvet cover was made of Kryptonite. My sister googled the duvet cover on the hotel website. (You can buy one for $260 if interested...and it's 100% polyester, not Kryptonite). Let's get back to the Co-Cola. Do you know that shit ETCHED the mirror? This was a brand new hotel. It was on the mirror for only a few minutes. Think what that shit does to your teeth and gut. I think every school age kid should have to our Coke on a mirror and she what happens.

You know when you're in a hotel and you're staring at the ceiling and you see one lone brown spot? If you are like me you say, "how in the hell did that get up there?" Now you know.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Only Liking the Beginnings of Things

BEWARE-- stop if you watch Mad Men and haven't watched the final episode.

Don just told poor Dr. Faye that he met someone else. She cries and says, "And I hope she knows you only like the beginnings of things." What a great quote! 

I've been really stressed out about job security. I know I'm stressed when I have waitress dreams. Along with waitress dreams, I've been having flashbacks to being married to John. The King of Only Likes the Beginning of Things™.  Ugh. I need to make an appointment for the shrinkola this week...


Does Don ManGroom?

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

RMFFs™

I just got an email from a friend I met through blogging. She commented on the phrase RED MUTHA FUCKIN' FLAGS. She referred to them as RMFFs. It is official and a ™ has been added.

Astute blogging friend also wrote about being more vigilant about RMFFs™. It made me think of how many times a friend will tell me a story about something going on in their lives and I will hear something in the story that is a blatant RMFF. People, I don't always call bullshit. First, that could be annoying if I became the RMFF detector. Lunch with me would become a drag. Drinks would be unbearable. Friends would say, "She think she know everythang" and start to avoid my calls. It would suck.

All kidding aside...I think friends don't let friends ignore RMFFs™. People, join me in the crusade to bring clarity to RMFFs™. Don't be afraid to call a spade a spade.

Knock, knock. Who's there? Red. Red who? RMFF™!